It's always strange reading what people write about me. To see myself through their eyes. Sometimes it's heartbreaking. Sometimes it's enlightening. Sometimes it makes me think about how I said something or what I really want people to understand.

This is an interesting piece by Zettler Clay on One Big Happy Family on Clutch today. I'm pondering how I feel about this profile. I don't think of myself as an "inveterate zealot," but I feel I should at least consider the possibility.

I also don't think I've spent thirty-nine years seeking my mother's attention, but perhaps that's what it looks like to others. Alas--this profile is thought provoking. Quixotic, natch.

What do you think?

An excerpt:

"But who, pray tell, is Rebecca Walker?

She is a woman who has spent a good part of her 39 years on earth
seeking her mother’s elusive approval. She’s the Jewish-Nubian who
spent considerable parts of her childhood being shuffled from
coast-to-coast, enduring ridicule from classmates because of her
lineage and looks, while imbibing the rich customs of Jews and
African-Americans alike. She is
a woman who attended Yale University, graduated cum laude, wrote
several treatises, books and articles, all while haunted by the memory
of a lost baby and the fear of not being able to have another one.

She is, in essence, a
woman of omnivorous tastes; a counterculture spokesperson and literary
commuter who is still ultimately seeking her halcyon environment, if
not understanding, of how to make the world a better place. A quixotic
being, but certainly not apathetic."